Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

Finally, after Letta finished exploring her culinary city at the night market, she decided to invite Abian back to her apartment. Abian just chuckled, looking at Letta who was once again sighing deeply.

“Didn’t I tell you not to be too greedy and eat everything?” said Abian, still with his teasing tone, making Letta look at him with an expression of displeasure.

“But I really always lose control when I see my favorite food. I can’t resist my appetite,” Letta replied, making Abian just smile.

“And that’s why you’re having trouble walking right now because of your full stomach,” Abian said, making Letta only pout, then looking towards the street next to them. The vehicles were too sparse, it seemed they were too engrossed in enjoying their time at the night market. Until they finally lost track of time, Letta then arrived at the door of her apartment, opened it, and told Abian to come in.

“Do you want something to drink?” Letta asked, taking off her handbag.

“A cold drink might be better,” Abian replied, making Letta finally walk towards the refrigerator, taking out a canned drink, and handing it to Abian. Letta then sat right next to Abian, leaning her back, trying to give space for the foods that had previously entered her stomach to digest properly. She should have followed Abian’s advice not to eat too much, but instead, she stroked her slightly bulging stomach. After that, Letta caressed it, hoping the fetus inside would not feel cramped.

“Are you okay?” Abian asked, making Letta slightly startled, then moving his hand away from her stomach.

“Yes, just a little bloated stomach problem,” Letta said, making Abian smile.

“Oh, I forgot. Earlier, I wanted to bring a beautiful flower that only grows in the African plains,” Abian said, taking out his phone, making Letta lean closer to Abian. Even now, their faces were almost touching.

“When I saw this flower, I was reminded of you,” Abian said, then showing a brightly colored flower growing in the dry-looking grassy ground.

“Aren’t the other plants look parched, but this flower looks different from the others?” Letta said, making Abian nod.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“And that’s why I was reminded of you, because you also look different from the others,” Abian said, making Letta look at Abian’s face, now close to hers.

“Why do you think that way?” Letta asked, making Abian look at the flower again.

“I see this flower as having the same strength as you. You have been strong since then, independent since then, and you are an extraordinary woman,” Abian said, making Letta momentarily silent before finally smiling wistfully to herself. How could Letta be cruel to the man next to her.

Letta was about to voice her thoughts, but Abian immediately leaned in and pressed their lips together. Letta refrained from uttering any of her words as she felt the tenderness of Abian’s touch on her lips.

Abian then reached out, grabbing Letta’s waist, pulling her closer. Letta could only place both her hands on Abian’s shoulders as she felt Abian’s kiss grow deeper. Letta also felt Abian’s gentle movements, momentarily forgetting the reality she had to face.

Letta also sensed how Abian slowly began to slide his hand down Letta’s back gently. However, suddenly Letta opened her eyes wide and reflexively pushed Abian away, breaking their kiss. Abian was taken aback by Letta’s reaction.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Abian asked with a worried expression, making Letta shake her head. Letta didn’t know why she rejected Abian’s touch, even though they had often engaged in such gestures before.

“No, it’s just that my stomach feels queasy,” Letta said, her mouth still covered. Somehow her stomach was churning again, until Letta eventually made her way to the bathroom and vomited all the food she had eaten earlier. Abian, who was looking at Letta with concern, could only stroke her back.

“It’s okay, I told you not to stuff all that food into your small stomach, but you insisted,” Abian said, making Letta nod. Letta didn’t know if it was because of her eating mistake or because of the fetus in her stomach.

Letta then stepped aside to wash her face, assisted by Abian, before returning to their living room.

“Do you want me to give you some medicine or something?” Abian asked, making Letta shake her head.

“It’s okay, I’m fine. I’ve thrown up everything, so I feel a little better,” Letta said, making Abian look at her with a worried gaze.

“Alright, then maybe I just need to rest. I have to work tomorrow too,” Letta said, making Abian finally let out a long sigh.

“Okay, then, rest. I’ll go home now,” Abian said, making Letta nod her head.

“But remember, if anything happens, you have to contact me immediately,” Abian said, making Letta once again nod her head.

“Yes, I will contact you right away,” Letta said. After that, Abian truly left through the door of her apartment. Letta then locked her apartment door and walked inside. Letta caressed her stomach. Letta didn’t know what she was feeling right now. How could she vomit at a time like this and why did she have to push Abian earlier, Letta thought.

Letta was about to walk to her room to rest, but just as Letta took a step, suddenly her apartment door opened by itself, startling Letta. How could someone open her apartment door when her apartment door was locked. What made Letta even more surprised was when she saw Marco walking quickly towards her.

Letta could see Marco’s sharp gaze, looking at her with anger. The next moment, Letta didn’t know what the man was doing when he pulled her quite strongly, causing Letta to collide with his tall upright body. Letta could feel when Marco reached out and grabbed her nape tightly, then pressed his lips against hers.

Even just to process this incident, it took her a few seconds to feel how Marco kissed her quite roughly. Letta could also feel Marco biting her lower lip, and that made Letta realize and immediately pushed Marco to release his kiss, but her strength was not enough after Letta had drained herself vomiting all her food.

Marco continued to devour her, even Letta could feel Marco slipping his tongue, entwining it with hers, pushing it, and deepening his kiss. Letta could only grip Marco’s shoulders tightly. Letta didn’t know the reason why Marco was now kissing her so brutally.